Chapter 2

Nikki is a nice vixen, or at least I think so. It's not just her looks either; she got on my good side. That's something that takes a lot of skill. Getting on my good side isn't normally do-able. You would have a better chance of completing mission impossible, but look on the bright side. I made a friend. Friends are more trouble than they're worth. For example, right now…

I squirmed through all the posers who thought they were better friends with Nikki than I was and plopped my ass on the bench next to her. "What's wrong?" There are two things that you have to remember while talking to someone who's this fucking unhappy and it's this fucking obvious.

One, you ask if something is wrong. There are so many ways of doing this. Duh… 'What's wrong?' or 'Are you okay?' usually work out fine. Just be sure you don't try to be too big of a wise ass. A lot of times your crying victim will say something really, really mean like, 'What the fuck do you think!' I don't give two shits if they snap, but it definitely gives you an idea of how screwed you actually are. If they say 'Yes' and try to convince you they are okay, that simply means they don't want to talk about it. In that case skip thing to remember number two. You should stick around, just in case.

That's the exact response Nikki gave me. Good thing I expected it. At moments like these you just got to suck it up and take it like a man.

"What the fuck do you think? Of course something's wrong!" I shuddered. It's THAT bad? Great, fucking great. Just suck it up Michael, suck it up. No wise ass remarks.

Thing to remember number two; be a good friend and ask if they want to talk about it. If you're as lucky as I am they'll say no. I'm not that lucky, as I'm sure you'd figured out by now.

"Would you like to talk about it?" I looked up. Those poser friends actually backed up. I'm not surprised; Nikki can be a little aggressive. It's not like she's Ex-Delta Force or anything like that, unlike some people I know, but she did complete mission impossible.

She looked up, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek and looked up right at me. The girl had gorgeous green eyes. Such a turn on…

"Yeah, but not here. Walk n' talk." She seemed to be calming down. Good, it's too early to deal with this shit. Did I mention it was Monday? Fucking Monday mornings.

We both stood up from our seats and walked out the doors of the cafeteria side by side. I got to be there for a friend, how awesome is that? Really it's not awesome at all. Here's some advice, if you don't have to get involved then don't. In fact just don't have friends. Having friends is like being sprayed with mace. If you have the choice of being sprayed in the face with mace, or not being sprayed in the face with mace, pick the later.

"So what happened? It wasn't Robby again was it?" Robby was her boyfriend. No I'm not jealous, even though Nikki was pretty damn hot. I liked Robby. He was a decent guy. I didn't like him that much though, what a surprise. He tried hard in the two classes we shared and as far as I know a vivid tennis player. He's also a cheating dirt bag.

"He cheated on me again!" Nikki's voice crackled as if she were about to break out in tears again. Great…

"Nikki, you need to end it. You're just hurting yourself. Break up with him or get his balls on a leash." Yeah that's me, the walking fortune cookie.

"I know I know but I like him a lot and we've been together for so long. Next week is our ninth month." She started to cry again making the last sentence a little harder to understand.

"It's been more like four months since he started having an affair with three different girls since Harry's party. Nikki, he's a jackass. You have to end it." And here come the water works.

"Okay." She nodded to herself confidently.

No water works… Holy shit the messiah was born. That was…easy. I think. Wow, I should do this as a living. New fucking record is what this is.

"Okay? That's it? No more crying or complaining? You're just going to end it?" In all honesty I was really surprised. Really, I was. I'm a pretty kick ass fortune cookie.

"Yeah, I am. You're right Michael. I have to do what's best for me." She walked off proudly ahead of me. That or I had slowed down in shock. Definitely one of the two.

I stuttered, "Okay uh…that's…that's great. I'll um… See you after school?" I smiled at her. Yes I do smile every now and then.

Nikki turned in mid step and started walking backwards. "I'll text you." She spun again like she had just before and started walking off again. Her shoes clacking in the empty hallway.

Then the sound of the late bell for first period. I was late again but I really didn't give two shits, Ms. D is a bitch anyway. I wasn't in a hurry to see her, believe me.

First period is my least favorite class ever. Ever. I hate my teacher with a burning passion. You cannot describe the evil involved with this teacher. She's definitely a spawn of the devil. I guarantee if you met her once you would never sleep again.

Ms. Derka-fuck is this really, really fat penguin bitch. The rolls of fat on her face cover half of her pointed beak. Its so disgusting it makes me want to puke. She has no chin! It's so nasty! Looking at her is like watching a cow give birth to Siamese twins.

"Michael! You're late!" Ugh I hate my life so much. I show up late to this class all the time. Ms. D stood up from her desk across the room to get a better look at me since she can't turn her head. The fat gets in the way.

"Sorry Ms. D it won't happen again." Yeah right and my mom has a beard. Which she doesn't.

"You're right it won't happen again." She turned to sit back in the chair that was too small to fit all the lipids her body saves for energy.

I went over and sat at my desk. Last row and second to last seat. The room was so dusty and disgusting it made me I have to sneeze. Normally I would have taken the time to hold it back but I like pissing Ms. D off. I let it out.

"Mr. Razz!" The fat bitch stood up. Fat getting stuck under the desk before it bounced back up into place. "Your behavior is unacceptable!" I heard the kid behind me laugh. "Apologize to the class and go down to the I.S.S. room!"

I rubbed at my nose and went to stand at the front of the room so my classmates could see. I've done this before so I'm pretty good at giving speeches. I rested my arms behind my back, feet spread about a foot apart and stared directly at the back of the room. Ms. D doesn't make me do it that way, but I still do. For the shits and giggles.

" I apologize to you, my fellow class mates on behalf of my allergies who could not stand the bull shit our teacher provides." I'm allergic to bull shit. True story. I bolted out the door out of a room of a shit load of kids laughing and one really pissed off ocean liner. I had a good hour or so before the fat lard could waddle over to the phone on the wall next to the door and do something about anything. Guess I wasn't hanging out after school, but I did remember one other thing…
Mission Impossible was a pretty good fucking movie.

So I've started this new fic. This one I hope will be a little more fun to write than my last (which I never finished). maybe more fun to read. I'm trying a new writing style and I certainly hope it works out better. Enjoy.

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